THE BRIDE OF PARADISE
By Lewis Turco; listen to the author read his poem "The Bride of Paradise."
Life is a journey from womb to tomb,
A trip and a stumble from womb to tomb --
There is no salvation, but there is doom.
The underworld's shadows beckon and loom,
The weft of shadow is warped in the loom --
Life is a journey from womb to tomb.
The bride is the widow of the groom,
She is the relict of the groom --
There is no salvation, but there is doom.
The bride is the weaver at the loom,
For life is a shuttle from womb to gloom,
A trip and a stumble from womb to tomb.
The bird of Paradise wears a plume --
His bride of Paradise has no plume.
Although she wears an aura of doom.
The bride Is the relict of the groom,
She is the weaver at the loom
That shuttles us all from womb to doom,
For life is a journey from womb to tomb.
Copyright © 2016 by Lewis Turco, all rights reserved.
